I've never experienced the lynchings in Mississippi or Alabama
60 years removed from today yet more relevant than ever
I don't have to be that clever to realize that the hands of time
are creatively being pushed back to the times of despair for the darker ones
Our children are being stolen from us, their lives extinguished as if they are being teleported to another realm
As we weep over our children deaths, under tragic conditions that we are witnessing live!
Is it only I who notice that Southern Whites are lynching us with ammunition?
No ropes, No trees, just police officers bullets cutting through the Southern breeze
Strange fruit lying on urban streets
Their life force extinguished like leaves falling to the earth from a dying tree
Despite it all
We fight, unite, yell, scream, cry, ask God why
Protest, unrest, cursing, hearts bursting
Shoot me too, I am ready to die!
At least I will decide under what condition
No longer allowing the hands of policemen to casually suck the air out of my environment
We are here to save our children from the goblins who
use to come for them at night but now
extinguish their souls in broad daylight
For the stolen ones we are here ready to fight
For you.
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2 comments:
Really good cuz. I wrote a few short ones about Michael broken.
Beautiful we have to keep their memories alive
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